Prologue
The third and final part of the tale of our African American family. We may revisit them later. However, for now this wraps their tale.
This story contains interracial sex, incest, bisexuality, etc.
Chapter 1
Halvatia Curry busied herself preparing lunch for June Crafton. She hummed to herself as she added Saltine crackers to the tray containing a bowl of jambalaya and cold milk. A smile creased the blue /blackness of her face. She was as elated about the birth of the twin girls as she had been for any of her own 6 children.
She looked out the window toward the two small saplings planted next to the two taller trees. Just as she had after the birth of Caitlin and Carter, she buried the umbilical cords and planted trees on the spot. The four birth trees would bind them to the land. The customary bibles in their cribs were opened to the 23rd Psalm. They would never want. She and Oshun, goddess of love and abundance would see to that.
The twins were six weeks old. With the children's help, Halvatia delivered them herself. They emerged into the world squalling and healthy. Even Tom Crafton was taken with the symmetrical beauty of the dark eyed beauties. Why, you would think they were his the way he walked around with his chest poked out like the cock of the walk.
As the thought of Carter's father crossed her mind, it elicited a frown. Carter was supplanting Tom Crafton as head of the family and the business. He accepted the fact that his son had regular sex with his mother. He accepted the fact that Carter fathered the twins. He seemed to be proud of the fact. It was not natural. The old Creole wondered what would come of it.
Halvatia picked up the tray and moved from the kitchen through the dining area toward the elevator. She hummed softly as she reflected on her charges. There were other ways Carter dominated the family.
His grasp of obeah was quick and startling. He learned from Miss Curry and grew more adept than she ever was. The tenets of obeah aided Carter's understanding of his place in the scheme of things. He and his sister were fast learners. They and the twins were the future. Old uneducated Maddah's (Mother's) like her were the past.
Chapter 2
Miss Curry frowned as the old elevator clattered down to pick her up. The dam thing was old and noisy. She boarded the rickety conveyance. It clattered and groaned as it rose to the second floor.
Curry stepped briskly from the elevator and walked unannounced, as usual, into the sitting room between the Crafton's bedroom and the old guest bedroom, the new nursery. Through the open bedroom door, she saw June lying in bed. The twins, cradled in each of her arms, were nursing. On either side of her bed sat Carter and Caitlin.
The newborns were cooing. As they nursed, in their uncoordinated way, they reached across her breasts trying to touch each other. June's hands rested on her children's hands as they watched the babies. The bond between them all was unmistakable. The symbiosis between those three was total. They existed in total cooperation with each other. Miss Anne was part of the family but not part of that symbiosis.
Halvatia frowned as she thought about Miss Anne. She, Carter, and Caitlin lived in the coach house now. Anne was in California taking care of her mother. Wanda Prendergast was three months pregnant with Christian's baby. Halvatia warned Wanda after she and Christian fucked. She would never understand White women.
"You chillen need to let Miss Crafton rest. Nursing two babies will wear your ass out!"
"We were just leaving, Miss Curry. Anne and her mother will arrive at O'Hare this afternoon and we need to pick them up."
Halvatia's eyes rested meaningfully on Carter. "Have you decided what happens with her and the baby?"
Carter noted that increasingly Miss Curry deferred to him. It marked a decided change in their relationship.
"Not really! Anne says her father thinks it's his." Carter chuckled. "All of that will change when the baby is born with brown skin and crinkly hair."
"Ah fixed up your old room upstairs as a guest room. She can stay here for the time bein'. But like you and your sister and the twins, babies like hers need to be fed."
June stroked her son's hand as they listened to Miss Curry. "Miss Curry is right. You know how I was. I couldn't get enough of you."
Caitlin smiled knowingly at her mother. June Carter went into labor after an intense sex session with her, Anne, and Carter. She also recalled being pregnant with Gabby. She got chaffed from her pussy being so wet.
"Curry, have you talked to Christian?"
Halvatia nodded. "He ain't no problem. Fo' the most part he do what he told.
He see you as the Obatala, the Chief of the White Cloth. To him, and to me, you embody all that is good and evil in the world."
Carter was taken aback. He felt the weight of millennia of tradition settle on his shoulders. While there were no churches, no synagogues or other places of worship, obeah was a belief system that tens of thousands followed. He was humbled...and scared.
Chapter 3
Wanda Prendergast sat on the stool in the kitchen. She came down to try to explain to Miss Curry why she elected to have Christian's child. She was not sure herself why she did.
"Halvatia, I have no illusions about a life with Christian. You explained that he is an Elemental, almost like a succubus. Sex for him is not about love. It's all physical. I knew that and accepted it."
"Look, Chile! Christian will give you all the dick you can handle and then some. But he ain't gona be nuthin but what he is."
Halvatia noticed the flush that suffused Wanda's face as she mentioned her brother. The po' woman had the first good fucking of her life. Now she was hooked.
"Chile, what do you expect to do here? You ain't got no man. You 50. Dat baby gona need lots of man juice."
"I don't know. I had not planned that far."
Halvatia gave Wanda a long hard look. This family like all families had its secrets. Until now, those secrets were contained within the walls of this old house. Only family members knew.
